sth oneshots

somno 💕💥

07.02.2025 → 16:42 p.m.

rxin_x

tw : somnophilia, except they talked it out!

just skip if you're uncomfortable, and stfu you don't like it. be respectful and don't bash on the request!!!

btw i wrote this in like 2 hours forgive me if it's absolutely trash bcs i literally wrote it so quick. plot is all over the place but i just had to get it outta my system

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"... You wanna touch me. When I'm asleep."

Shadow nodded sheepishly, ears pinned back as he slumped, legs crossed as he fiddled with his thumbs.

He didn't know how he got here. Usually they'd spontaneously just start fucking or make out.

And yet here they were. Talking it out, just like the first time they had sex. Talked about consent, reactions, expressions, communication...

Except this one was hard to communicate during.

Sonic's expression went sheepish too, "... I mean, sure. But this is kinda on a short notice," he pointed out, "Did you really have to wake me up for this?"

Right. It was in the middle of the night, Shadow having a waterpark in his genitals. Shadow was briefly reminded by Sonic's recent waking up, his quills stuck up in every direction, his bedhead that Shadow had always loved to comb through and anoint with.

Sonic was usually awkward about trying new kinks, which meant he needed a lot of time to research and think it through. So this was Shadow's fault. Mostly.

He'd tried to talk about it for the whole week, and his target was to hit it tonight. However, Sonic had dismissed him the whole week for a mission, even though Sonic had been tiresome since the start of the week, his body barely functioning, running on caffeine and fast food. Unhealthy, but perhaps alright for a week.

Shadow just... wanted to be able to have his fun, while Sonic could get his rest. Though he knew it'd be useless.

Sonic ran a hand through his own quills, "... Fine. I'll just go take some melatonin so I can fucking sleep," he murmured, standing up and heading to one of the many drawers in their bedroom.

Shadow watched, his quills fluttering and falling a little, a little in shame and disappointment. He crossed his arms, looking away.

Sonic downed the supplement, along with half the glass of water, shuffled into bed without a word. He was cranky, tired, moody, for basically the entire week. He didn't directly hurt Shadow, but he also didn't think of how even a simple gesture would crush Shadow's arteries. Shadow's ears pinned back. He curled up in front of Sonic. He spoke up, guilt gnawing at his heartstrings.

"We don't have to do it if—"

"I said I was fine with it," he cut Shadow off, not realising his tone was sharp, "Didn't you hear me?"

And yet, his hands gently caressed Shadow's fur. Then he paused, his stiff hands softening.

"... Fuck, m'sorry," he murmured, his ears flattening, kissing Shadow's forehead, "... Have I been treating you badly?"

Shadow leaned into the kiss, "Not to the point I'd cry, no," he murmured, looking away.

Sonic huffed, "No, Shadow, in general. I'm sorry if I've been rude to you, or hurtful. I'd never want to see you like this, I'm sorry," he said, "The mission's just taking a toll on me. But that isn't a reason to treat you badly," he whispered, pulling Shadow close.